Sensuality Page 4

  Kendra tried to think of something that she could do that did not have anything to do with sex. But with Zumbi in her life that had become a near-impossible task. She tried cleaning the bathroom, again. But when she pushed the toilet bowl brush into the cave of the commode, she flashbacked on the time that Zumbi plunged his dick into her cave from behind and they wound up breaking the seat off the toilet in her parents’ guest bathroom.

  No, that definitely wasn’t going to work.

  Kendra thought she might find relief in the homemade chocolates they kept so readily stocked in the kitchen. After all, chocolate was the ultimate comfort food.

  She realized her mistake with her first bite. As the caramel filling and bits of broken chocolate shell swirled around her tongue, Zumbi’s scent and the taste of his cum overwhelmed her. Zumbi, having been raised on a Brazilian cocoa farm and now spending his days crafting his signature candies, had become a walking, talking, and cumming version of his famous chocolate caramel treats.

  The real Zumbi hid behind the persona who had turned his father’s humble plot of land into a world-class cocoa plantation. Zumbi was really a freak who enjoyed the challenge of coaxing out pleasure from Kendra’s stiff veneer. He was always telling her, “You are not enjoying life. You must let go. I will show you how, yes.” He then began to show her just how incompetent all her previous lovers had been. Zumbi drew out her first real orgasm with just a kiss.

  And now she was hooked, strung out. Kendra was willing to do whatever he said. Well, almost.

  She was willing to do anything but let Zumbi hit it in public. Kendra was the Middlesex County district attorney, after all. The bloodthirsty press already had a problem with a sista running things at the courthouse. They’d be all too happy to slap a picture of her bent-over, naked ass on the front page.

  Kendra slipped her favorite satin nightie over her head and lay in bed on her side, curled in a semifetal position. She wasn’t sleepy but she knew some “rest time” would be wise, given how abundantly and generously blessed Zumbi was between his legs. The study that reported the average Brazilian penis was bigger than the average American one hadn’t surprised her a bit.

  She had no idea how Zumbi showed enough restraint to prevent tearing her or causing permanent damage of some sort down there. Half the time she could barely give him head without her jaw catching a cramp. But Kendra thrived on the tension that Zumbi’s dick created inside her.

  After about ten seconds, she flopped onto her other side. No matter how she lay, Zumbi’s words still echoed back to her. His promises continued to linger in her imagination every time the air cooled, causing the central heat to kick back on. It made her antsy. The impatience made her rub her thighs together.

  She let out another loud sigh. Then she crammed the heel of her hand up between her thighs. The throbbing only intensified and the restlessness remained coiled tight within every joint. There was no way she was able to lie still. Kendra wanted that dick now!

  She flipped through the endless choices that digital cable provided. Kendra had to laugh as she settled for an adult channel. Zumbi was the first guy she’d brought home that her straightlaced bourgeois parents actually liked. Little did they know that he was the freakiest boyfriend she’d ever brought to the house.

  Mere hours after meeting them, she’d allowed Zumbi to damn near penetrate her in her parents’ hallway. Kendra’s mother had poked her pink-roller-and-night-capped head out of the bedroom to check on the noise. Her mother never said a word about it to her, then or since. She had just thrown Kendra one of those secret “go get yours, girlfriend” smiles. Kendra never knew the old girl had it in her.

  Kendra squeezed her eyes and prayed that Delta didn’t play their usual delayed flight shit tonight. Outside, distant thunder rumbled. Thick, dark clouds began to cover the early evening sky. She whispered, “Santa Barbara.”

  Fuck. She already knew his plane was gonna be late.

  “Where are you?” Zumbi’s words had pulled her from her lingering slumber. Thank goodness he had called when he did. She’d been about to drift into so hard a sleep that she wouldn’t have woken until morning. Kendra had scrambled off the bed and stopped only to snatch her raincoat, flip-flops, and car keys before running out to the garage.

  Now the rain pounded on the roof of the car so hard that it sounded like someone was beating it. Kendra took her foot off the gas pedal to keep the car from going too fast. This part of Interstate 78 was not a place to crash. The drive through the Watchung Hills barely had any lights. She never saw cops cruise this area. And traffic was light through this area even when the weather was clear. She glanced at the clock on her dashboard—11:15 P.M. Yep, she definitely didn’t need to do anything that would crash the car.

  She continued driving down the darkened highway. Suddenly the lightning lit up the sky. Kendra saw the crumbled concrete and other construction materials blown onto the road ahead. It was too close for her to swerve. Slamming the brake would cause the car to fishtail out of control. She braced herself as she passed over the spot. The car coasted to a slower speed as it rumbled over the debris.

  The rain danced sideways across the windshield. She hoped the water would pound down on her and Zumbi’s bodies with the same intensity when they would take a shower together later. He would love the new massage showerhead she’d installed that week. That good hurt between her legs screamed for relief.

  Light flashed through the sky, bright as sunlight. A loud rumble shook everything that touched the ground.

  “Santa Barbara!” Kendra swerved the car to barely miss a large tree limb that fell. The Quiet Storm radio announcer warned, “Don’t go out on the roads unless you absolutely have to.”

  “Yeah, now you tell me,” Kendra threw back to the radio sarcastically. She couldn’t help feeling that it was her own fault that she was still out there. Had she not overslept, she’d be pulling back into the driveway with Zumbi beside her by now.

  The cool satin negligee brushed against her sensitive nipples, bringing Kendra back to the present. She had no control over her body’s response to Zumbi’s favorite fabric against her skin. Suppressing the tactile memory of Zumbi’s satin hands stroking her breasts required more concentration than she could afford to divert from the road. The reason why she was out on the road during this storm came to the forefront of her mind—Zumbi was waiting for her.

  She couldn’t believe she was going out in public wearing only her lingerie underneath her raincoat. It was a big step for her. However, she did have her panties stuffed into the glove compartment, in case she lost her nerve.

  Zumbi was always trying to get her to experience the thrill of public sex. Hell, she had just overcome the public-displays-of-affection hurdle. But Kendra had never been in a relationship this serious before, so she had never felt moved to do it. And her parents had never been overly affectionate in front of her. Was it possible that she might not be able to hold out until they returned to the house? The thought dampened her inner thighs with a force that rivaled the intensity of the storm outside.

  Images of the position they discussed flashed through her mind. Thoughts of wanton abandon remained during the rest of her cautious trip to the airport.

  The reassurance that she’d soon be in Zumbi’s embrace made Kendra feel like she’d turned to liquid. She inhaled the earthy scent that was all Zumbi.

  An airplane rumbled overhead. The road glowed orange as the streetlights became more abundant. The sign to the side read NEWARK AIRPORT, 2 MILES. With a renewed sense of purpose, Kendra turned her attention back to the storm-beaten highway.

  “I hope you’re not too tired. You have promises to keep, O Senhor Oliveira,” Kendra purred into his collar. She looked around before sucking his plump earlobe. “’Cause I’ll ride you in your sleep if you try to break them.”

  “Keep talking like that and I’ll fuck you right on the baggage-claim carousel over there.” Zumbi reached inside her open raincoat and yanked her hips to his and g
round his hard length against her mound. Kendra wrapped one ankle around his thigh before she gained any semblance of control over herself. All he had to do was drop his fly and he could stuff himself into her dripping wet nakedness right there.

  Kendra shuddered out of pure need. His touch reactivated the good hurt pounding inside her body and caused it to rush to her nipples, even to her fingertips. Zumbi knew her spots well. Loud whispers assaulted her ears and the heat of intense stares burned into the back of her neck. It took an incredible force of will for Kendra to push her hand against Zumbi’s rock-hard chest. Kendra unwound her leg and smoothed down her raincoat. “Not here, Zu. Save it for when we have some privacy.”

  “Ah, mulher, we’ll have plenty of privacy when we reach the car.” Zumbi chuckled, causing the dimples to deepen in his dark chocolate cheeks. He shook his head as he bent to pick up his suitcase. Zumbi made sure his juicy ass brushed her front while he did it. He whispered, “Ah, Kendra. Always the Goody Two–shoes. One day I’ll get you so hot you’ll do whatever I say, while we’re out in the open for all to see.”

  The lights overhead gleamed off his bald head. The sight made Kendra lick her lips. He grabbed a handful of her ass as she bent over to pick up his small carry-on bag.

  “Hey!” Zumbi grabbed her booty while trying to blink away the lustful shine in her eyes. “I said not now.”

  Her tight-lipped frown did not prevent the blush that stained her cinnamon-freckled face. She was embarrassed because the urge to grind her ass into his hand almost overpowered her sense of propriety.

  “What’d I do?” Zumbi’s accented words were laced with lust. He held up his hands in innocence. He couldn’t hide his amusement, though. Zumbi’s silver-gray eyes sparkled with mischief. They both knew good and well how sensitive Kendra’s backside was and how much she enjoyed Zumbi grabbing it. “Tsk, tsk. It’s not like you to wear so short a skirt in public.”

  Kendra turned and winked before stepping into the revolving doors to the outdoor parking deck. “Who said it was a skirt?”

  Kendra had just placed Zumbi’s carry-on bag onto the floor behind the driver’s seat. She turned to step away and close the door but wound up turning into Zumbi’s chest. Before she could blink, Kendra was laid out on the backseat and he was hovering over her. Her legs had landed spread open. The only hair on her body lay in a wispy mess over her face. Zumbi’s cocoa-brown eyes gleamed as he gazed upon her naked, bare secret. She wore no underwear.

  “Meu Deus, it is so wet!” Zumbi never looked away as he deftly loosened his belt and lowered his pants. His anaconda, born and bred straight out of the Amazon, flopped out at a perfect ninety degree angle. Her cunt winked in response. Zumbi stroked his length once. Kendra swore she heard the thing hiss as Zumbi aimed for his target. Her back arched like a woman possessed when he plunged balls deep into her hot, humid rain forest. Kendra groaned as Zumbi fed her desire.

  It was on now. Zumbi got into his groove as he rocked his hips in a figure eight motion. Kendra pressed her hands against the closed door to keep from banging her head. She felt like the lower half of her body had liquefied. She leaned her head back and briefly opened her eyes. That’s when she saw the security camera scanning the parking lot from the ceiling.

  “Stop, they can see us.” Kendra slid her hips away and then pointed toward the camera. She could feel her pussy scream in protest.

  “Fuck them. Let them watch.” Zumbi rubbed his dickhead against her swollen pussy lips. “I don’t care.”

  Kendra pushed him away again as her opening trembled. “But I do.”

  She pushed herself out of the car and stood. Zumbi slammed the door shut. He stomped away but not before kicking the front tire as hard as he could. Kendra flinched but her pussy wept and shuddered at Zumbi’s violent action. The motion further energized her libido. The throb between her legs pulsed worse than before.

  “Don’t ever do that again!” Zumbi’s heated anger rippled off his body. “I should fuck your pussy raw next time.”

  “Well, shit. Then I need to get your ass home!” Kendra started the car and backed it out of the parking space. But once they were past the cashier’s booth, Kendra couldn’t stop her hands from trembling. She didn’t know how she would make it home.

  Even with the rain still pounding, the ride home was too quiet. Kendra snapped the radio on. Sade’s “No Ordinary Love” crooned out of the speakers. Her nipples perked up and stood at attention. It was the ultimate song for fucking, just the thing she didn’t need to hear right then.

  Kendra was just about to snap it off when her side of the car suddenly slouched and the car violently rumbled. She took her foot off the accelerator and steered the car onto the left-hand shoulder.

  “Dammit! Now we’ll never get home!” she cried.

  “Baby, chill. You didn’t crash or get stuck out here alone,” Zumbi assured her through clenched teeth. “It’s all gonna be alright.”

  “Is it? All I wanted to do was make tonight special. My hormones are driving me crazy. I’ve been horny since you called me from Atlanta. Even cleaning the toilet makes me want to fuck you.” Kendra began to gulp for air. Her rib cage constricted and she felt like she couldn’t breathe. “Never knew my pussy could throb this hard.”

  “And you had the nerve to stop me because of some stupid security camera?” It didn’t help that Zumbi began to laugh at her embarrassing outburst. Her frustration made the sides of the car seem like they were closing in on her.

  “I gotta get outta here.” The rain drenched her bare leg the instant she opened the door. By this point, Kendra didn’t care. She wanted to be free from the car. She’d been stuck inside it all evening, holding her in, keeping her from relieving the diabolical ache that had been tormenting her for hours. She got out of the car and pressed her palms against the concrete highway divider. Kendra lowered her head and took a deep breath.

  “You don’t understand how bad I want you!” she screamed back toward the car. Water cascaded down, plastering her hair to her face. The ache had her skin so sensitized that the very feel of satin now irritated her. She ripped the gown from her body in one motion.

  The empty highway had no streetlights, no passing car headlights to illuminate the way. The pitch-black darkness hid Zumbi’s approach. He reached out his hand at the same moment lightning flashed through the sky. Startled by the sight of the approaching hand in her peripheral vision, Kendra screamed again.

  Zumbi enveloped Kendra in his arms. “Shh, baby. It’s just me. It’s just me.” Zumbi breathed into her ear, holding her tight. “Calm down. It’s alright.”

  Zumbi’s arm rested on her already alert breasts. Kendra’s unsatisfied lust drove her backside into Zumbi’s snug groin. She clutched the arms holding her with one hand, the other providing support against the concrete. She rubbed herself against him like an affection-starved cat. Kendra felt him stiffen as he backed away a step.

  She understood his hesitation, especially after the stunt she pulled in the parking garage. Suddenly it didn’t matter anymore that they were stranded on the empty road. The ache had taken over every part of her body from the cup of her ears, to the tip of her nose, and even to her toenails.

  The moment had come. The ache ravishing Kendra’s crotch had won. “Do it, baby. Fuck me now.”

  Kendra clutched her torn garment to her front, protecting her skin from the highway divider’s rough concrete exterior. She spread her legs wider and lifted the back of her raincoat, guiding his hand between her legs.

  Zumbi, recognizing what the invitation meant, quickly lowered his still unfastened pants and released his equally aching, solid member. He teased the thick sensitive head across her slick ass cheek. It felt good, causing her labia to spasm, greedily reaching out for more.

  “Don’t play with me, Zu. Put it in now!” Kendra demanded.

  Zumbi’s belly laugh shook the air between them. “Woman, I always knew you’d beg like this one day.”

  Seconds later Zumbi was onc
e again balls-deep inside her. Kendra’s flowing juices mixed with the downpour of rain facilitated his entry. His penetration jolted through her body like electricity. Tears welled in the inner corners of Kendra’s eyes. A jagged sob ripped from her throat.

  Zumbi’s furious stroke rhythm rammed Kendra’s hips against the highway divider. Her breasts bobbed against the highway divider’s resistance. The drenched, crumbled satin caressed her nipples, creating a tingle that cupped both breasts. The Sade song continued to blare out of the open car doors. Kendra pushed out a long moan that originated deep from within the core of her being.

  She braced herself against Zumbi’s forceful thrusts that threatened to catapult her headfirst over the divider. Kendra’s moan coincided with the drawn-out, agonizing pleasure of her release. What started out as sporadic twitches quickly transformed into full-blown convulsions.

  The torrential rain showed the couple mercy by quickly easing its fury. Her body continued to spasm until she felt the ache no more.

  Zumbi gently pulled himself out of her spent canal. Kendra clutched her raincoat closed as she began to shiver. The chill air threatened to ruin her afterglow. Kendra pushed her wet, plastered hair away from her face. Then she returned to the car.

  “You should relax while I deal with this blowout.” Zumbi popped the trunk open with his key and retrieved the spare tire. “I still have to punish you for teasing me in the parking garage.”

  Kendra shivered again, but out of anticipation this time. She leaned back in the driver’s seat and closed her eyes. Zumbi jacked up the car and began removing the blown tire.

  Kendra’s mind ran rampant with imaginings of Zumbi’s threatened discipline. She wound up not getting the rest she needed. For, once again, her insides began to ache.

  The Sweetest Revenge

  KD King

  Marisela’s muscles clenched Quinton’s dick. Her wetness saturated the sheets as he stroked in and out of her. The smell of sweat, sex, and strawberry-scented candles filled the bedroom. She looked into his gray eyes and watched his face contort with effort and pleasure. An Isley Brothers’ slow song drowned out the loud smacking of his balls against her slippery wet pussy. She felt light-headed as he banged into her. The champagne she had consumed at the New Year’s Eve party had nothing to do with it. She met him thrust for thrust, in tune with the music.